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I walked along the cold laminate flooring to the living room. Zac was stood, playing with the TV. He turned and saw my clothes, my school clothes, but said nothing. I couldn't ask to go back to my house to get a change of stuff, so instead I just turned away.

"Wait!" yelped Zac. I felt sorry for him, I didn't know what to do. Should I tell him how aweful and ill i feel, after how he used me last night? Do I deny that I listened to him this morning when he came in? I didn't know. My head was hung, but I turned to face him. I hoped he wouldn't talk about last night, anything would be better than re-living the horror and pain. "Tonight," he said, "I'm having some friends round... They can be a bit strong, so, just feel free to go anywhere in the house or come and find me if you need anything... ok?" was he trying to be nice? It really wasn't working. I just nodded and wandered quickly to go find a bathroom.

Showers, they are wonderful, I must have spent at least an hour in there. The warm water was splashing off me, and running down my legs. I almost felt clean, and better than last night. I was in a complete world of my own, as I noticed the door handle was beginning to turn...

Stupid me! I hadn't locked it! I'd never needed to lock it before! I paniced and grabbed the shower curtain around me. I yelped, "Sorry, I'm in here, don't come in!"

I could see the steam rush out of the door, and i felt the cold air blast in, and run round my legs. The door stayed slightly open. I had to close it. I couldn't see anyone, so I thought I'd go for it, and rush and get it done quickly. I closed my eyes, hoped I'd be fine, and jumped out of the shower naked, still dripping. As I reached the door, it was pushed open! Ahhh! Some weird man was staring at me. As quickly as I could, I turned so my back was facing him and tried to get him out.

"Khherm.." he almost growled, I could still feel him staring at me. I wanted to cry, I really did. He began to move slowly out of the door way, and I turned to shut the door, leaving my self slightly exposed to him. He stopped moving, and I hit him gently with the door. I heard him stumble and move back... Who the hell was he!? The weirdo... well, I'd wasted enough time, it was nearly 12o'clock, and I haven't eated for ages! I was starved.

Trying to forget the strange man, I hurridly dressed, turned off the shower and cleaned up. As I opened the door, the man was still stood there.